Apprenticeship

"Ahh yes, I see. Well, I didn't say that their death wouldn't serve another purpose. But while they are alive and under my care we have to be mindful about how they feel. A patient's mood can affect how well they heal. Even if they are asleep. We shouldn't have discussions about their body's use after they are dead while they are alive, because it could make them heal slower, or give up trying to heal. Which wouldn't be giving them the best chance to heal now would it?" Ollie replied as if they were two fully accomplished colleagues arguing the ethics of patient care.

"So while someone is alive, we need to show them that we would be bothered if they get hurt or die. Including the Warlord, not just a healer. Do you think The Warlord would have much of a pack following him if the wolves didn't trust him to keep them alive? If they couldn't trust him to help them if they needed it?" Ollie mused watching the boy meticulously coat the wound. He nodded and began wrapping the wound. They were almost done. Good thing this patient wasn't just sleeping but knocked out entirely, or this conversation wouldn't be helping their chances that well.

He opened the last bandage and motioned for Citadel to coat it in the paste too.

"Speech!"